Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.